"Gros Islet drummer"

A few paint buckets of varied sizes, paired with old aluminum hub caps tied together by pieces of rope, resting on a make shift wooden frame. This described the instrument of choice for the "Gros Islet drummer"

A man that have obviously moved to a higher place of musical exploits. As i watch him mimic the the rhythms strumming from the speakers of the weekly friday night lime in Gros Islet, i felt intrigue. To many passing by he was just another person of unsound mind.

I however saw someone who really is expressing his interpretation of the music... an escape to a place where rhythm and vibrations rule, maybe for him it was not conscious, but it was honest. The way he was flashing those drum sticks, always keeping the rhythm and of course making sure those looking on were entertained by his showmanship. I thought about all those people who were judging him and whether they were using their talents that were given to them... did they have that passion that this man showed.

the weed effect

Weed...
drug or stimuli for creativity. The x factor for inspiration.

Many list the damaging effects and even more can list it's potential but what is sure is that it has a major effect on those who partake in the ritual of smoking it. I cannot draw from experience myself but i can use that of others.
Think about the many musicians that wrote masterpieces while under the influence of weed and how those songs have influence generations, positively. We quote their words, mimic their philosophies to reach a place close to their genius. I like the smell of weed. I however choose to be stimulated by other things, which in some sense create the same creative impulse.

Do enjoy the pics

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

What do we see when we look at ourselves. How do we feel from what we hear... do we share?
Man needs to control his environs. Capture something and make it a spectacle to put on show, showing their dominance. Gorillas are very similar to man for we are from them. I stood there looking at these animals in captivity. They looked sad... a wanting to be free like we humans be. What if the best of us is in these animals. What are we doing to ourselves?

Corinne (part 1)

Think about the best arranged music you have ever heard or the most compelling words ever spoken. Imagine how you felt when you first came across this new... thing. The emotions they triggered. Thats how i felt when i was shooting this model. I knew i was on to something. An exploration of imagery, the human image, unspoiled and honest. They tell stories to those who will listen and tease the blind. I wonder how many other stories will be told in the near future.

Panorama

The sun was scorching hot... the air was still.
In the distance you could hear laughter and music all mixed up.

This was my first panorama, so I was looking forward to the celebration of steel pan. This beauiful instrument that was invented and made popular in Trinidad and Tobago.

As I stepped into the venue all I could see were people with coolers umbrellas, and of course rum. To the extreme end I heard 'THE PAN'.

As I got closer I realized it was a separate section where I could not enter nor could I take pictures. DAMN! All I could see really was the back of the steel bands. 

The culture of sitting around and chatting was kind of difficult to get use to, as it didn’t give me for much visual appeal. I continued on browsing around, looking for that thing that will make me pull out my camera.



BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
As if my heart was attached to a speaker box, I heard a sound. It felt familiar. A pulsating rhythm made up of drums and metal pounding with an horn section screaming out.
THE RHYTHM TOOK OVER.

People seem to be floating towards the sound. It felt tribal, like a calling from ancestors, it gave me a sense of belonging. It was my music, the rhythm of drums and chanting. It was what I needed to capture.

Carnival 08

When you speak of carnival you think of the very elaborate costumes and the colours, the freedom and joy that the music brings to the masqueraders. This year I wanted to capture other sides to the this yearly spectacle. Expressions that didn't reflect the usual.

Washing dishes

Washing dishes is one a those things I hate to do but it was inevitable and so I jumped in with hands, soap and camera.